It was a hard life. I had lost my kids in a court battle against a sadistic man who knew that I lived to far to walk and had no car to drive. It was about an hour drive from were they were to were I was. I asked several times if I could visit and every time he told me if I wanted them come and get them. However, when these same kids were in my care, I was the one that brought them to him normally. Although we were divorced, he still had control over me, and was using the kids as weapons at every turn against me. I pray for him. I pray for the children. In order to stop him from his sadistic behavior, I had a choice to make. Leave or stay and fight to get them back. Fighting would only cause the children more pain and sorrow. Sure leaving would have hurt too, but not as much as the torment from the fighting. There are no true winners in war, only survivors after the carnage is over, and even they have lost something.
The counselor I had wanted to have me put away. She said that I was to trusting. The psychiatrist said that she thought I was capable. Seeing how the counselor who was supposedly helping me and my kids lied to me and helped my ex get the kids in court, I decided that the psychiatrist knew what she was talking about and that if I stayed, I was just in for more trouble in the long run. I left for my sake and the sake of my kids. I can only hope, pray and have faith that whatever it is out there setting things in motion has everyone’s best interest set into plan even if we don’t understand the motivation behind it.
Before I came to Baja, I could barely walk from a fall on the ice two years prior and years of abuse from a man I wish that I had never married (but had I not, I wouldn’t have the two beautiful babies that are within this world today even if they do live with their father.) I felt betrayed, hurt, broken, and lost. Due to the kindness of strangers, I was able to get back on my feet a little. I still don’t make much, but I’m alive. I’m stronger than I was. Were some churches turned their backs on me and shut their doors on the little tiny vagabond panhandler, others welcomed me in with food, kindness, and understanding. I guess it is easy to judge others for the way they dress and their appearance. I’m certain that even I am probably guilty of this in the past, and who knows…I might even jump to a few conclusions still, but I don’t allow it to effect the kind deeds that I do. It is best to give freely and not think about what the other person is doing with the things you give…the consequence is theirs, not yours. You did the right thing in the long run…now it is their turn to also do the right thing.
To some I must have looked like a person having drug withdrawals because of the pitmal seizures I was having from the stress. They look about the same. I could still walk, talk, and function ok, but my cognitive skills during a seizure is limited to survival only.
However, I overcame my adversities. I now live in a house as a house-sitter with my cat and a friend that I met on the beach. I call him my husband for appearances sake…he is just a very good friend…nothing more nothing less. That way when people ask, they aren’t passing judgment against us not being married and living in the same house…just simpler. He is my roomy….lol. He has been rather helpful during times that I’m having seizures. I have him fully instructed on what to do during the seizures.
#1…he is not to call the hospital.
#2…he is to get me out of the environment that brought it on in the first place and find someplace calming.
I can still walk during a seizure-well most of the time…these are pimal seizures/pitmanseizures/partial seizures not the grandmals like you see on TV where the guy/gal is on the ground convulsing and jerking—by all means call a hospital for those people please-you should probably take the people having pitmals in too, but not me… pimal seizures/pitmanseizures/partial seizures are entirely different than the grandmals and often times go unnoticed.)
Believe it or not, a person who is having a pitmal/pitman seizure may not even know they are having one. The brain is misfiring. A warm tingling sensation sweeps over the head. Sometimes it feels as if little sparks of electricity going off on one side or the other of the brain and then it feels cold as ice as the currents slow down or ease up. During some of those events the volume on my hearing goes real low or completely out, and everything will completely white or black. These are what pitman/pitmal seizures are like for me. They are triggered by intense emotions and intense periods of stress, so I avoid stress and intense emotions like the plague. I had noticed these seizures as a child, but my father told me that these sensations were normal that he went through them all the time. They are not normal. They are dangerous and can be deadly. Seizures can trigger strokes, and a stroke means death.
Foods and such that seem to help are:
- Acorn Squash
- Catawba bark…. this can be taken as a pill or as a tea.
- Brown Rice…. no white rice…white rice not good for Aspies…
- Brussels Sprouts
- Cranberries…I’m not a cranberry person. I don’t like the seedy texture, so I drink it in juice form.
- Cranberry juice
- Dark Chocolate
- Flaxseed oil
- Green Tea
- Hazelnut Butter
- Honey…so yummy…I prefer honey in its most raw form
- Orange Juice
- Peanut Butter
- Pumpkin Seeds
- Red Cabbage
- Red Grapes
- Romaine Lettuce
- Sunflower Seeds
- Water…yes it tastes icky, but it works magik on the mind because the brain uses 85% water…so about 8-10 glasses a day should work well
What a huge long list…Who said, “eating healthy had to be boring.” You get such a huge long list of yummies to choose from, and look you get to keep your chocolate too…yes my precious chocolate…. it tastes yummy for my tummy.
And believe it or not caffinated soda have helped a lot in helping to keep my brain stimulated…it seems to help calm me down and the seizures seem to ease up…don’t know why, maybe because I’m also ADHD. A nurse told me that they use it on people with severe head trauma to help build the chemicals in the brain, so I decided to give it a whirl, and it helped a lot.
So there we are…I am a person in Baja with Asperger’s, ADHD and suffer from pitmal seizures. I am not handicapped. I am handicapable. My life has actually improved a great deal since moving to Baja, because the food seems to be more natural, the people kinder, and I some days I think the air is just magik…lol. I feel more alive now than any time through out my entire life. I feel freer, happier, and altogether healthier.
If you are an American wanting to make a living in Baja, the simplest way is to have job stateside and commute. If you want a job in Baja, you must have all your paperwork in place just like those that come to the US…that means you have to have a passport, a living permit, and a work permit…these altogether will cost about $300 or more. I think the cost went up, so have at lest $400 on hand when filling out the paperwork and use whatever you have left over to celebrate your new life….hip hip hooray time. Buy an ice cream or something. The restaurants here are awesome.
For more info on Aspies you should check:
Positive Traits of Asperger’s Syndrome
Asperser Syndrome Fact Sheet
Asperger’s Syndrome: A Brief Summary